A Medical Misadventure

It had been a few days since I had been experiencing an annoying itch in some parts of my body. At first glance, it seemed like small granules had appeared, but after taking a closer look and seeing the number of them, I leaned towards thinking it was some kind of eruptive disease, one of those that are very annoying and take a long time to go away.

So, feeling a bit apprehensive and uncertain, I decided to get to the bottom of the doubt I had. I went to the dermatology department at the hospital I always go to. When I arrived, I announced myself and waited until my turn came. There were only three of us waiting: a young couple and me.

At one point, a doctor came out of one of the consulting rooms, a woman of about 40 years old, medium height, brown curly hair, slender figure, and very little charm. Although I was a bit distracted, I managed to notice that she gave me a quick glance and I heard her say, “Let me take it.” It seemed that on that day, her solidarity with her colleagues was greater than usual.

She said my name, and we both went to the corresponding consulting room. As we entered, she was already seated, ready, and when she greeted me, she smiled suggestively. Her way of looking at me made me feel uneasy, I don’t know why. All I wanted was for that damn itch to stop bothering my body. I told her about my problem, and she asked me to show her the affected areas. First, I took off my dark blue sweater, then I unbuttoned my shirt of the same color, opened it, and pointed out where I was itching.

When I looked back at the doctor’s eyes, I saw – to my surprise – that she had been contemplating my entire anatomy. She was startled and quickly looked more closely at the specific area.

Then I mentioned that I also itched near my crotch. I asked her if it was necessary to show her that area, to which she nodded as if it were obvious. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down to my knees with some timidity. She was getting more and more excited; I could see that her lips were more humid than when I had looked at them before. “Come, get closer to the light.”

I was in the middle of that consulting room, semi-naked, just with her, who was touching me softly, running the tips of her fine fingers over my crotch, making my dick harden gradually. I was still in my underwear, with my torso naked, almost immobilized by my low jeans, while the doctor’s hands seemed to be taking their time to leave my body. They seemed to not want to go.

I was waiting for her to tell me something, I was waiting for her to comment on the diagnosis, I wanted to know what I had, and all I got was a silence that was making me uncomfortable. She kept touching me and touching me, and just when I was about to tell her to stop, the curious doctor lowered my underwear, leaving my erect member exposed. “And does it itch here too?” she asked with mischief.

She took my erect dick and put it in her mouth without pause. She began to caress it with professional touch, now with more dedication than before. The way she did it excited me much more than the other times some woman had been playing with my sacred piece of flesh.

The degree of excitement was superlative. Slowly she sucked my member until the middle, then started to suck it. At this point, my dick was erect to the maximum, which made her enjoy it in all its long extension. At times, her eyes sought mine, and I was getting hotter and hotter. Moreover, on the other hand, an additional nervousness hovered over the atmosphere due to the fear we both had of someone entering to interrupt us.

It seemed to please her a lot, my tasty dick, so much that at times her hand that held it squeezed me more than necessary, which hurt me on one hand and heated me up even more on the other.

I asked her to stop and get up. I adjusted myself a bit to take my turn. Just as I was, I quickly unbuttoned the buttons of her white uniform, then I hastily took off her annoying sweater until I finished taking off her black corset. My tongue launched itself in search of her excited breasts, whose firm nipples denounced her excitement. Accompanying my lingual caresses, the doctor’s hands caressed my head very slowly. I pulled down her panties with a jerk, managing to heat her up even more.

I inserted my large member into her humid cavity. Oh! How the doctor enjoyed it! With each thrust, she burst into muffled moans, and I was getting more and more excited. In some way, I could admire and feel the orgasms she was having by the way she moved, the saliva she secreted, and how she dug her sharp nails into my skin.

All this, sweat had invaded my body, everywhere, and when I passed through the areas where I had an itch, it irritated me a lot, but with the general excitement I had, this irritation instead of unsettling me added more heat to the scene.

I was about to finish, so I withdrew my hot dick from her vagina to finish on her face. She had been left soaked with the sacred white liquid, hot and delicious.

We got dressed, she gave me a prescription, and said she would see me in twenty days, words accompanied by a complicit gesture. Curiously, when I left there, my itch seemed to not affect me…